His heroin
I can feel my body relax and calm and my tense muscles ease, my eyes become blurry and my legs weak. The floor seems such a comfy place for once, the grime of the floor don't seem to bother my clouded thoughts. My body can't even feel anymore, so why should I care, at the moment in time I have no care except for my drug. The poison that runs though my veins, that suppresses my mind of all the evil and confusing thoughts running around it. For the next hour or so I can forget about them, my mind is in a world of its own. I lye on the dressing room for 20 minutes or so as the hit takes its full affect, the sounds of the backstage, the music blurred out by my senseless consciousness. I've lost grip on reality, on my life, my thoughts and the way I should be. My mind is chaotic, I cant even see what I'm doing to myself anymore. As the opiate begins to leave my system I stumble through the backstage and rooms unsure of what to do or where the hell I am. Finally I crash on the sofa and become heedless to the things around me, for when I get up again I will back in reality, back where I was, where my life has no meaning and my mind can't control my body. Back trapped in my own confused head.